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Allergies are knocking me down and almost knocking Mrs. the Poet out

This will have to be another short post. I’m having allergy eyes which makes seeing the post a bit rough. But Mrs. the Poet has allergy tummy from post nasal drip carrying the pollens to her tummy via the back of her throat, which is even worse. I can barely see but she’s on meds for vomiting and diarrhea and still puking and pooping at all hours of the day or night. All I have to deal with is sometimes I get a film over one or both eyes and I can’t see for a minute or two, which is annoying but nothing like not being able to eat or drink anything without getting sick to your stomach and constant nausea. This makes me feel bad because there’s nothing I can do except try to get her to drink water and take her meds when they’re due. Also both of us are a little tired from lack of calories because Mrs. the Poet can’t eat and I feel guilty about eating when she can’t.

Well that pretty much covers everything I can post to my blog. Except my dent from where the tumor used to be is giving me fits from the nerve that got trapped and is now doing the tingling and burning routine of nerve damage. I’m used to ignoring pain I can’t do anything about, so I can ignore this too, with practice. I just could do with less frequent “practice”.

I feel guilty about not posting

But I just don’t have anything new to say. Nothing has really changed, I’m still crippled, Mrs. the Poet is still pushing her walker around, trees are still having sex and I’m still in the splash radius of it causing my allergies to flare up, and all the other things that are normally not right.

The one thing new is that the elder daughter is visiting from Scotland now that Trump is out and the pandemic restrictions on travel have been lifted. She works for the NHS in Scotland so she’s totally up to date on all the boosters because it’s required by her employer. And of course free because she lives in a civilized country. She hasn’t been back since 2016 because of Trump &co. screwing up the country. But Biden is marginally acceptable so she came back to see us and Alex specifically. She’s very fond of her little (or not so little as he is now) nephew. She brought cookies (or as they are called there “biscuits”) and candies from Scotland to share with us. They are vegan, of course.

But other than that I don’t have anything new to relate. It’s just the same thing over and over and over. Just a little worse than it used to be.

Allergies are kicking everyone’s butts here

I’m up way early because I ended up going to bed at 1930 and waking up about 0200 ±. Mrs. the Poet is also having an allergy attack that made her face swell until she couldn’t see past her swollen cheeks and it was painful to her eyes. That’s why I was so off on going to bed, I had to stay up to get her to the doctor, then I took a nap from 1200 to about 1600 to go grocery shopping, then fell asleep during the Cup race last night. I managed to last until the end of the first stage, but was too zonked to last any longer so I went to bed early, or late depending on your time orientation. My normal “day” I get to bed about 0600 and get up about 1200-1400 depending on if I have anything to do that day that requires getting up before noon.

And I was looking at the dyno charts for the various engines that can be built from that 4.2″ bore LS block and I think the best one for the Sprint-T is the 4.2″ bore with the 4″ stroke. Compared with the 3.26″ stroke engine with the same cam the difference in torque below 5000 RPM where the Sprint-T will spend most of a lap around an autocross course is enormous. Which proves the adage “There’s no replacement for displacement”. And with a good flowing head I can spin up past 6500 RPM without losing power. So when I’m bucks up I’m making the 443 cubic inch LS with the LS7 heads that maybe are ported to breathe at 7K RPM.

In a few hours we play Shadowrun again if the GM has replenished his supply of medications that allow him to function, but we won’t know until time to play.

And speaking of “functioning” I need to take another nap.